The 777 Challenge

Jasper drew aside the curtain that served as our wall, and said, “Can I come in Scarlett?”
“Certainly, Jasper,” I replied, without taking my eyes off my
work. I hadn’t called him Jasp since the Held’s incident.
He came in and sat down next to me. We sat there, in silence,
for three or four minutes. I knew he’d say whatever was on his mind when
he wanted to. For now, I was content to wait.
“Scarlett, have you thought about all the families that have gone missing or been killed?”
“I try not to.”
“Listen,” he said, “I’m not trying to rouse up your griefs; I
merely wanted to point out something I noticed. Have you realized that
the four families that were killed or kidnapped all had one thing in
common?”
This caught me off guard. Something all in common? Well, they
all came to terrible endings. But that couldn’t be it. Jasper was
hinting at something bigger.